“This is a song the Papago Indians like to sing when they go traveling around somewhere: They have gone, The birds of the sky. They have gone, The animals of the earth, They have returned Along their own trail. On a white rock under the Moon, On a red rock under the Sun, On a black rock they sat, On a yellow rock they rested And looked back and saw butterflies, They looked behind them and saw A whirlwind, And they watched the whirlwind And it was a tree Standing in a cool shadow. They sit under the tree in the shadow, They sit under the still tree. (page 68, The Great Wheat Harvest)” SongMagicTravelArizonaMagickWhirlwindDirectionsPimaO OdhamPapago Book:A Pima Remembers Source: A Pima Remembers
“No one knows much about this little man Se'ehe these days, but they used to say that he created the earth and everything on it. Nobody worshipped him. They only spoke of him having strange powers. [page 103, Eagleman]” GodMagicCreatorArizonaMagickSouthwestGilaPimaO OdhamCreation Story Book:A Pima Remembers Source: A Pima Remembers